Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.